Big love

The only person who loves my favourite, previously blipped, tree as much as I do is baby. Since she was tiny she has been hypnotised by the sound the leaves make and the always moving branches. When she was poorly and off her food we would eat in the garden under the tree and she found it a happy distraction. I feel the same.

A very early start this morning and I was first one in the office. There is something slightly unnerving about usually busy places when they are empty. I escaped to get baby while there was still some late in the day sunshine.